My Son's Girlfriend

Alexis Fawx sees straight through Maya Kendrick—the little slut who’s climbing on top of her son whenever the door shuts. She barrels into the living room and shoves the younger girl onto the couch. Silk blouse gaping, skirt riding high, Alexis swings a knee over Maya’s hips and pins her wrists. Their mouths crash. No questions, no preamble, just tongues sliding wet and insistent. Alexis kneads those high, tight tits, thumbs circling until Maya arches and whimpers into the kiss. One skirt shoved up, two pairs of thighs scissoring, heat and slick friction building fast. Alexis peels Maya’s panties down, spreads her open, and buries her mouth between delicate folds—tongue broad, relentless, drinking the girl in. Maya’s hand flies to Alexis’s dark hair, hips rolling, panting yes, don’t stop. The older woman rises only to be pulled under: Maya dives between Alexis’s spread thighs, sucking at her swollen clit while fingers thrust deep. Alexis cries out, back bowing as the first deep orgasm rips through her, soaking Maya’s chin. Fingers slick, she flips Maya again, pumps two, then three, knuckles snug inside that tight channel until the brunette clenches, shakes, and comes hard—wet heat pulsing over Alexis’s hand, thighs twitching. They collapse, sweat-slick and tasting each other on every gasping breath.